A-List Video (MV)

Uh, look
Uh, Tré Savage
Uh, lemme punch in
(Ayo Twontwon, you going to the top!)

Can't f*ck with you if you don't f*ck with me for real girl
I got too many bitches that you just don't appeal girl (Don't appeal)
And if that lyric disrespected you, I'm sorry
I got 4, 5 bitches on me wetter than Kalahari, uh

These niggas always be cappin' I'm tryna spit facts (Spit facts)
Im finna take niggas places, ain't giving shit back (Aye, shit back)
I'm at the top and they hit me like "Tré, you did that!" (Did that?)
"Remember you was counting me out?" but you won't admit that (Nah)

These niggas talking on my name it's absurd (For real)
I got they bitches 'round me asking "what's the word?" (Like what's the word?)
This shit a blessing and a curse
I just told them I wanted to be the goat
You just wanna be with the herd, uh (Dumb bitch)

Don't give a f*ck about no drinks, we bring the loud to the function (Right)
On the beat just like I work a 9 to 5, bitch I punch in (Okay)
We get the whole gang together like we having a luncheon (What, huh?)
We break bread, pass cheddar, and we have a discussion

I know you niggas ain't thorough
All you niggas y'all be talkin' like you work for the Bureau
I got this Mexican shawty she lick my dick like a churro
And then she give me some pesos that I convert into euros (Ha)

I'm not gon' cap that last line was kinda out of pocket (For real)
Just had to flex on you niggas to let you know I got it (On god)
I had my foot on the brakes, but now the gas got it (Whoo)
This shit was destined for me and they tryna gaslight it (Uh)

These niggas think that I won't make it
I told 'em give it a lil time and just be patient (On god)
That top spot is vacant
You either with me or you not, I don't got time for waiting (For real)

If not, then that spot is for the taken
Swinging my hair like a Rasta, nigga I'm Jamaican
I'm confident you hear it all up in my cadence
One day nigga ima be up in the f*ckin' A-List (Hold on, A-List)

Can't f*ck with you if you don't f*ck with me for real girl
I got too many bitches that you just don't appeal girl (Don't appeal)
And if that lyric disrespected you, I'm sorry
I got 4, 5 bitches on me wetter than Kalahari, uh

These niggas always be cappin' I'm tryna spit facts (Spit facts)
Im finna take niggas places, ain't giving shit back (Aye, shit back)
I'm at the top and they hit me like "Tré, you did that!" (Did that?)
"Remember you was counting me out?" but you won't admit that (Nah)

Uh, For real
Young to Fame